Longevity becomes irrelevant if there is no substance to compliment it. I've realized that investing in the depth of my life is far more satisfying than any other dimension. I don't know what category I fall under -- If you have a certain "type" in mind, I may not fit the mold. My interests hardly relate. I have trouble being able to stick all of my friends in one room, because they would never understand each other. Narrow-minded people annoy me. I'm sure everyone thinks this of themselves, but most people have a complex when it comes to being objective. I just moved up to Santa Barbara to finish off this transitional chapter in my life... If this was a project in some cl, my grade would suffer because I failed to summarize myself. **** it. I hope my writing style said something about me, because it's tough to summarize everything that composes who/what a person is in a brief description.